Quotes Tagged "time"

Creating more time is not logistical, but attitudinal.

When day by day the days gets passed as the good or bad days, it’s a mistake to expect better days without being better ourselves. Remember, the reach of the day is as long as our dedication & commitment makes it.

Temporary can mean six seconds or six years, and you never know, because temporary never feels temporary.

A statement can be truthful when it is said or written, but untruthful when it is heard or read.

The New Testament doesn’t mention any of these Christian feasts, and some Christians think it’s wrong for the church to observe any feast besides the weekly Lord’s Day. Since it’s not commanded, it’s forbidden. But we aren’t children any more. Our calendar isn’t controlled by the sun, moon, and stars. We don’t need direct revelation from God to schedule times with the Bridegroom. We’re in heavenly places with Jesus as time lords. The church’s leaders, like Mordecai, have authority to establish feasts and commemorations in keeping with the model of Israel’s calendar, which is laid out so carefully in the Bible.

we woke up running always bound to lists, schedules, appointments we were broken into seconds, minutes, hours, days, years time never allowed us to be whole and we became as artificial as time itself

You want it or not but with time, memories are going to fade. Wounds will be healed and life will give you plenty opportunities to be happy.

You’ll be surprised to see what can collect in a mattress over the months, over the years. Every day, every night of our lives, we’re leaving little bits of ourselves, flakes of this and that, behind. Where do they go, these bits and pieces of ourselves?

How green was my Valley, then, and the Valley of them that have gone.

Calendars, dates, and clocks were just not an accurate way to measure some things.

Lost money is not lost beyond recall, But loss of time brings on the loss of all.

Some of us would take our time, if we knew that we are rushing to our deaths.

The Road Back The car is heavy with children tugged back from summer, swept out of their laughing beach, swept out while a persistent rumour tells them nothing ends. Today we fret and pull on wheels, ignore our regular loss of time, count cows and others while the sun moves over like an old albatross we must not count nor kill. There is no word for time. Today we will not think to number another summer or watch its white bird into the ground Today, all cars, all fathers, all mothers, all children and lovers will have to forget about that thing in the sky, going around like a persistent rumour that will get us yet.

Every year has an expiration date, as does every lifetime. Even the finest wine can’t age forever.

Words will never oxidize

You could not have wished to be born at a better time than this, when everything is lost.

Every moment of attention we spend scrolling through social media is attention spent making money for someone else. The numbers are staggering: a New York Times analysis calculated that as of 20414, Facebook users were spending a collective 39,757 years' worth of attention on the site, every single day. It's attention that we didn't spend on our families, or our friends, or ourselves. And just like time, once we've spent attention, we can never get it back. This is a really big deal, because our attention is the most valuable thing we have. We experience only what we pay attention to. We remember only what we pay attention to. When we decide what to pay attention to in the moment, we are making a broader decision about how we want to spend our lives.

Deep inside each carried fear and stress and worry about illness and time, which came each day like a conscientious gardener to trim off a bit of their lives.

Helpless, heartbroken and lonely, Katrien sank into the grass at the side of the road and wept—wept until she had no more tears. Darkness had already set in by the time she picked up the overturned basket and headed home. From somewhere in the grass came the gleam of a silver thimble…

I'm sorry, Arty,' she whispered into his ear. 'Sorry for what?' 'For everything. For the last few months, I haven't been myself. But things are going to change. Time to stop living in the past.' Artemis felt a tear on his cheek. He wasn't sure whose tear it was.